Black Poetry : CALLING MY CHILDREN HOME

[$$RICH$$]

After a long deepen wait
watching our children continue to escape
into a system beyond there fate
captivated yet never too late
inside this poverty struggle
capside and mentally muzzle
by the justice un-lover
how she weep, o'yes thy mother

As da street become there home
broken sad wit silent moan
lost knowledge to be wisdomize
jailed in da cell continue to rise
as morals of family bond has strayed
time to reclaim da life we've gave
callin all da chillins home
correcting to right and ending wrong
deep in da depth of my mind
how we lost our children with time

salty tearz now river fall
watching children disobey on call
searching for love / hope and grace
seeking warmth in da human race
time we get back to history embrace
and get our children from da dismay
stop turning our heads
let them know elders not dead
be not a shame of what we done
come home my daughters and sons

Calling my children home
through da outreach of these arms
save a souls a life at hand
do whatever our leadership can
callin callin these babies home
from da cold da system mold
to feed wisdom , knowledge to be wise
and become men women to rise
O' how i watch beyond compare
calling our children home i now bare
callin callin callin callin callin .........

 

[watzinaname]

Children need to know
they can come back into the fold
But instead some stray and go their own way
Morals gone, pride erased, a broken tattered mold
Our youth can come back, I have to believe this
Do they need a beacon that shines brighter still,
to overshadow the deadly fast track of the streets?
If we have to scream to get them back, we will...

Keep calling them Rich, keep calling them. Powerful scribe.

 

[TreasureEyes]

Bro. Rich as always you say it oh so well and straight to the point!

 

[$$RICH$$]

So often watz they just become confused in the street system of worldly
evil but we can reach them , save them and uplift them beyond turning our heads
we have to talk / preach and speak daily by all means ....call with me so we be heard
Thank u sista for the feedback as this lay heavy on my mind.

Thank u sista TreasureEyez i'm trying as i open my arms to the lost / confused and
lack of to show them hope is alive beyond the streets of destruction

 

[1poetsought]

Save the children... sure your right, RICH

Much respect!